Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

the stairs,

a hint of fear in his expression, but he didn’t

gently, “I am your uncle. Your mommy is

relaxed, closing

ached as he delicately placed the little boy into the child seat in his car,

into the car, murmuring, “Could you not tell

“You’re afraid now?”

out a sneer and closed the car door. He made his way around the front of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However, he refrained from doing so out

a long silence, he

hour later, the car slowly

for she had her own worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of the door stirred her awake. She slipped on her robe and quietly

Henry holding Berthold,

froze for

a hushed tone. “Let Berthold sleep with Skyler tonight. You go and talk

Crystal nodded.

ascended the staircase again, she opened the

gingerly tucking the tiny boy

bed was too soft, or the day had

awoke just a sliver, her eyes cracking open into slits before she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as if she was

were strikingly

felt his heart soften

head and patted Berthold. “This child takes

her guilt on her

back, Henry spoke in a tender voice. “You must have figured

came out more

“Don’t let the children hear

fierce glare, but times had

an armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as she exited the room. “I had nothing to

eased the tense look

hand. “Stay with Melora. I’ll head to the

Crystal agreed with

matters between them, grievances yet addressed. Yet, when faced with the situations at home, they instinctively leaned on one another

am I to do? After all, I am Melora’s brother, and

she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first.

to step out, Melora held

of emotion

hand, she reassured, “You should have come back sooner.

in

prepare something for us to eat. You

Melora nodded.

to prepare the snack. By the time

dressed in her own cotton pajamas, the kind where the vibrant colors were nearly

Crystal noticed.

remark and beckoned with a tremble in her voice, “Come and eat. Everything here is

and began to

longer the chatterbox who

kept

filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared.

could she

she had single-handedly raised their child, living a

they were swept away by the winds of time just like fleeting

in the newspaper. He was still the dignified

youthful radiance. Moreover, the passage of time

after all, need to vent his anger. But he would

poor girl

Melora in, Crystal went to see Henry

door of the study. The room was dim, save for a single wall

was filled to the brim, a clear sign

the door behind her, walked

smoking too much! Aren’t you afraid

watched her

other night, as Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat on his lap,

cigarette and leaned into her

shared silence for a long while before he finally spoke in a hoarse whisper, “Crystal, have I failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had

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